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Written for Stormy Lady's Newsletter and Poetry Contest |
A Summer Love The end of summer is nearing, the last of sweltering hot days; Time to move on with my life now and forget the great passion plays. A summer romance is fleeting, its sunshine lasts just awhile - The days will soon change into autumn and then I'll forget his sweet smile. The beginning is always exciting, the end is heartbreak at best; Like leaves on the wind, it changes, and he fades into the past, like the rest. ** Image ID #751661 Unavailable ** Countrymom 8/12/05 |